Lyrics:
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy, Pharrell, Bus
Keith Murray, Redman, hitting that
An interlude between the chorus
Fight I'm telling myself it's alright
But what about all these muso's who count time
Doesn't matter it's just
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause I don't know
Bodiii, J Bodiii
J Bodiii, J Bodiii, J Bodiii
J Bodiii, J Bodiii, J Bodiii
Yea, I'm a pretty girl
Never been a petty girl
Don't you tell me what to do
Nigga
you're in the alarm
Rappers get slayed, and they cause no harm
I'm about to lay, hey, can i get some?
[king just]
Yo, come get a fuckin taste of reality
It's a hard dream to contemplate, I could fall into the abyss
And I love this interlude, it's the reason to deliver
And they called onto me, says they
packaging cocoa
Hillary Banks, I'm talking white girl, that Hillary Swank
I promise Boog, I'm a rapper till a mill in the bank
It's on E, I'ma fill up
Well, I'm fresh
'Cause I'm the best
And I get wild
When I'm row'
I never get passed by
'Cause I'm fly
And I'm a put you on hold
'Cause
he
I tell em Sam D
They asking who is he
Man it Sam D
Sam D. your favorite rappers favorite rapper
I'm your favorite rappers favorite rapper
Your
the other ones
I'm cracking at the seams, backed by hopes and dreams
Knowin that there's more to life than dope and CREAM
But at the same time, I'm trying
've been all over
I pay my bills by people buying merch when the show is over.
I'mma rapper, I can't believe it
I live a really really really neat life
I
[Jay-Z:]
Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three
Check out the J, check out the A, check out the why, check out the Z
Hey G!
I'm breaking MC's up like
l'déboisement
À p'tit feu, l'équilibre subit un décroissement
As I step on the scene mean minded
J'vois clairement cuz my people been blinded
I'm lethal
(yeah, yeah)
And you're favorite rapper couldn't check me if he wanted to
Eight for eight up on my shot, bitch I'm feelin' bulletproof
(huh, yeah, bitch)
4, 3, 2, 1
[redman] hahh [method] hah
[method] yeah [redman] yeahhh
[ll cool j] make it butter
[redman] I'm gonna bankhead bounce!
[ll cool j] no
knuckles
I’m busy
Breaking the sound barrier to move the cosmos
And planetary bodies while bodying instrumentals, I’m
God
Body in a God Gundam, that’s Domon
(To where hip hop lives)
Man, I might be the next
Suge Knight or Phil Nike (Yeah)
My mindset is ten moves ahead of you suckers
(Yeah) i'm writin'
in them sheets
Go 'head and think Crack just rap
Fuck around I'm gon' really have to clap these cats
I hear 'em talking that
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Fat
And you still live with your mom
I'm your favourite rappers favourite rappers murderer
Body bag the copy cats and burglars
I've bin a king this in't a thing
[Interlude]
Call all hip hop dot coms, The Source, the Vibe, XXL, Murder Dog
I'm not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, I gets paper, why'know?
When I do
I know for a fact I rap well but I won't
Say I'm the best 'til I'm best
Too many rappers say too many rappers til
Toumi comes through with a tune
a fuck
Black blouse, live concerts
He's my man and I'm his girl
Or so i thought you and me might make it
I wear your love pretty tight don't you think?
But
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